Cigarette, marionette, put it between my lips and play pretend. Pretend to call me, or to care whether or not I got home safe tonight. Too many words so TIGHT between those lips, wet enough to lubricate every lie that drips like honey onto my ****.


Make me feel real tonight baby.

I wait for you to unblock me, to unstop me, from feeling all this blasphemy. I wait for you to share the same feelings as me. I wait for you to like me, me, me, me. Me as I am or who I want you to see me. Either or the same girl blends well, bleeds great.

I post another picture, “ Love the life you live.” As I swallow the last pill.

And please keep telling me all the things you hate about yourself, so I can learn to hate them about me too.

Locked doors and soft snores are the only thing that’s kept me safe

It’s hard to forget the anger in your voice, that never left.

I want my chest to stop aching, I want to know that I’m leading myself in the right direction.

Death makes you a ******. Death makes you a little girl too scared to cry. Death wakes you up.